Last spring started the beginning of my “we-will-survive-the-zombie-apocolypse” plan. We went to the feed store and brought home 6 chickens. Originally we only wanted 4, but then we were afraid that some of them would be roosters, so we bought 2 more.

Then mid winter, I decided it would be a great idea to let the ladies out to free range. Bobby the Bobcat thought it was a great idea too. Poor Henrietta. We saw him drag her into the forest.

Marshall: Wow! That was very nature documentaryish

Me: I was thinking of the theme song from “Lion King”

Mike: Hakuna Matatata, means no worries. Wait? Why are you thinking of that song?

Me: No, I was thinking the Elton John song, “The Ciiiircle of Liiiiife” but Hakuna Matata works well too.

McKayla: Aren’t you going to go rescue her?!?

Me: No way. I’m not taking a chicken away from a hungry bobcat and I am definitely not taking a chicken to the vet.

Once Bobby got a taste for our ladies, he was unstoppable. The next day Mike came running in screaming that the bobcat was inside the chicken coop. Awesome, just awesome. There went Pooper McPooperson.

We had a bit of a reprieve because Dave chased the bobcat around the yard with a look of menace in his eyes. Whatever he did worked, and the bobcat was scared into hiding. Yet when Dave went to China, Bobby came back for some more. My cousin was spending the week.